The Language Of Desire

In whispers soft, desires speak,

In silent tongues, they find their peak.

The language of longing, subtle and sweet,

In every heartbeat, its rhythms beat.

With eyes that meet, and touch that sighs,

In tender whispers, passion lies.

Unspoken words, yet understood clear,

In the language of desire, we draw near.

In every glance, a story untold,

In every touch, secrets unfold.

In the language of desire, hearts conspire,

To set the world ablaze with fire.

A symphony of yearning, pure and true,

In the silent language, me and you.

No need for words, when souls conspire,

In the eloquence of burning desire.